I understand the small details of goodbye
the round-a-bout of lullabies
the sound of your voice in my mind
But not the heartache of all your lies.
I understand the last of choice
somehow we were left without a voice
however far back we go
most of our lives were only a blink of an eye
even though, love never lived in this heart of mine
I understand the efforts of giving up
the last sigh of repeated enoughs
and even all the dark moments of this life
But not the sadness that takes over one's life
I don't understand the unworthiness of alone
or just being left on one's own
perhaps even the guilt in the minds of goodbye
and also the shadows that's left behind
But I do understand where I stand
and maybe it was always hand in hand
the cruelty of one's life somehow shaped what's left inside
perhaps that's why I cannot understand certain moments in my life
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Anthology
RastgelePoems written by me. Be it sad, happy or anything in between all these poems tells a small story about me. A friend told me once to write down all the feelings that I cannot say out loud.
